Mmmkay. No pics this time (sorry guys) but a pretty good thursday morning. I brought a couple of buddies to hunt, each one tagged for "anything", and what do you know. I gave them fairly strict guidelines: bucks up to 6pt, does or fawns. We've downed way too many big bucks lately to keep it balanced so it's simply better this way and neither of them was after a trophy buck so everything was nice an smooth.
Four a clock in the morning there was movement. Plenty of it. A particularly nice male fawn with its mom, along with the twins (see my earlier posts) and their mom. Five in total. A buddy of mine started following the fawn in almost total darkness. Plenty of snow, plenty of contrast. I was spotting for him and told him to take the shot whenever he thinks it's ok. Bang. Down. DRT. Great!
We went to get it and what do you know... its mom was standing right behind it and 165gr .300WM had gone right through the fawn and killed the doe behind it. Right through the lungs/heart, through and through on both. A bit of a mistake from his part, he could only see the silhouette, but all's well that ends well. Double-DRT. No tracking whatsoever.
It took us the better part of two hours to get them both gutted, dressed and hanging. Which was a bit of a PITA so early in the morning but you have to do what you have to do. Seven o clock and we got some more sleep. I almost thought this will be an "empty" hunt but it seems even the does and younger ones are nocturnal this time of the year.
